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I've had an oddly relaxing weekend so far that involved about a gallon of fake blood, me channeling Peter Falk, a productive curriculum meeting, finding inspiration for my next story that's due, buying The World of Edward Gorey, helping bake a damn fine chocolate cake, and celebrating my birthday a month and a half late.
Also, some scotch. And meat.
I have to wake up in 5 and a half hours to commit my story idea to paper...er...hard drive.
Also, some scotch. And meat.
I have to wake up in 5 and a half hours to commit my story idea to paper...er...hard drive.